Daughter,
You remind me of what is important, each and every day. Your little six year old thoughts and questions take me back and at times, inspire and ground me.
Writing is something I love, have always loved. I have spent most of my life wishing I could develop a subject to write on, focus my writing direction, and enjoy it at the same time. I've often day dreamed of being a writer, spanning way back to my teenage years. Yet, something in my personality kept me from it...perhaps I'll learn what that is one of these days.
My best writing days were when I was single. There is something about the quest for love and the time spent on thinking about life goals and desires that brings out creative thoughts and a flow of words. I wrote in journals when I met your father. Your father's love letters are pasted in pages next to my thoughts about him as I got to know the man who would become my closest friend and partner. It's really something to look back at them.
And now, as I once again feel a tug in my heart to put my thoughts on paper (so to say), I have finally decided to focus those thoughts on letters to you. Because as life spins at high speed all around me, you are the one constant. The person who reminds me of what life is about. It's about love, sacrifice, and appreciation for what matters most. Family has always been my number one focus, and at times when things get out of balance, you bring me back. Because you need me. And I need you. The three of us, your father, you, and me...it's sort of a simple and yet amazing thing we've got going.
I'd like to take time to remember this time...when you were so small and yet growing so fast. What feel like such big concerns and stresses now, I know, will seem so silly years from now. And I'll regret it...if I don't slow down and remember this time, I'll regret it.
Daughter, thank you for being who you are. And for reminding me of what's important. These are my letters to you. I love you.
-YM
